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started to respond, then stopped to clear my throat of the knot of anticipation swelling there.  “Y-yes.”
    “You know that I’m going to fuck you again, don’t you?”  That smooth quality to his voice had disappeared, submerged by something dark and guttural that spoke directly to my most basic sexual instincts.  “Just as hard and just a deep.”  And everything inside me throbbed at once at the promise.
    I nodded, swallowing a moan before reminding myself there was no reason to hide my reaction to the way Adrian was speaking to me.  I wanted him to know I liked it, so he’d keep doing it.
    “Tell me you like being directed and dominated.  Say it out loud .”
    He was a dark silhouette between me and the moon, his features unreadable as I answered, “I want you to dominate me.  I like it.”
    And I did.  There it was.  Said.  Done.  I refused to be ashamed of it, though I was not unaware that a subtle aspect of gentle humiliation was definitely part of the mix of sensations that made my pupils dilate and my pussy flutter at the mere thought of a dominating lover.  I was no different than the male executive who enjoyed being directed in bed, only too happy to give up control for a few hours when his life otherwise, all day every day, was about meeting one challenge after another.  About being the best all the time.  About leaving only the smallest of details to others, if those.  I might not have been the billionaire CEO of an oil company or a commercial development firm, but millions of dollars and future policy decisions hinged on my work.  I had every right to enjoy being dominated by a man.
    Movement caught my eye, finally, as Adrian shirked off his tuxedo jacket and tossed it away carelessly.  With the quick jerk of his hand, his tie came loose, and he whipped it from his collar with an audible zip .  I realized as soon as he started to circle behind me what he was going to do, and I put up no resistance—only gulped a hard breath and whimpered despite myself—as the man used his tie to bind my wrists at my back.  When I felt his face nuzzling my hair, I leaned against him.  His arms came up around me, and his large, warm hands slid up from my ribcage to cup my bare breasts.  He kneaded the full mounds and plucked at my hardened nipples with thumb and fingertip until I was arching and cooing and reaching behind me for his belt with my bound hands.
    I felt Adrian brush my searching, fumbling fingers away and unfasten his belt and his pants himself, and I leaned forward to get out of his way when he started working at the buttons on his shirt.  A moment later, a wad of white material landed several feet from us, and Adrian’s smooth chest pressed so warm against my back that I sighed out at the sensation.
    “Are you ready for me?” he growled into my ear, rough stubble against my neck making me shiver and recoil in surprise in spite of the sudden delight.
    “I am.  Please.”
    “But I have to be sure, Miss Bloom.”
    Knight’s arm encircled my waist, the fingers of his free hand threading into the hair at the back of my head, and he controlled my descent as he twisted and put me on my back on the silky fine sand.
    “Oh, please,” I whimpered again as he palms slid up the backs of my thighs, bending and spreading my legs.
    Adrian’s dark head dipped down to the wet, parted lips of my sex, and the lightest, quickest of laps from his hot tongue along my cleft had me keening and writhing.  His tongue was just rough enough, added just enough friction to the already overwhelming pleasure of his probing licks, that a hard climax loomed over me already.  Sensing it, perhaps in my halting breath or the tension of my thighs against his hands, he pulled his head back.  A shard of moonlight illuminated one side of his face, his expression, the unmitigated appetite clear in the taut lines and smoldering gaze.
    “Please,” I begged again, and this made him smile and stick out his tongue